- Location
- Isle of Man
She lost her Sparkle last night. She'd done mahossive grass sick yesterday lunch - silly girl often eats too much grass.
When we came in from our meal out, she'd sicked again but it had bean eaten, leaving just a stain on the carpet.
12:10AM woken by Meg doing that heaving at the bedroom door, leaped out of bed..too late. I had to open the door over the sick. She sicked again in the hall and on the lounge before I could steer her out into the pouring rain. Left her there while, butt naked, I scrubbed the sick. No grass, just foody-sick. Back to bed. Left the bedroom door open this time.
Half an our later woken by dog in the hall, heaving again. Rushed through - too late. Massive slick in the hall by the door. Whizzed her through. More sick by the back door before I could get her out into the pouring rain again. Scrubbed up the sick. Back to bed. Decided it best to have the now soggy, wet Meg(an) on the bed, at least I'd get an earlier warning if she were to be sick again. She was. A further 2 times. I did manage to get her out in time. What a sight. Me squatting at the back door - still butt-naked, watching or listening for my poor Sparkle girl doing HUGE sicks. Coco sneaking up behind me...well you can guess where he shoved his cold nose. I hope hope hope no-one was up and about at 3am. She was so down in herself and finally snuggled up and went to sleep leaving me an inch of bed.
This morning, she's so angry that she's had no breakfast! She's just been out in the garden (still raining), poking about in the grass-sick pile! I'm going out in a bit to get some white fish for her dinner this evening.
Now to let all the sick patches dry, and re-scrub the (beige) carpet.
OH "doesn't do sick" - well huh! Someone has to. No, it's not pleasant. I made sure I flicked the bedroom light on all the time I was up.
When we came in from our meal out, she'd sicked again but it had bean eaten, leaving just a stain on the carpet.
12:10AM woken by Meg doing that heaving at the bedroom door, leaped out of bed..too late. I had to open the door over the sick. She sicked again in the hall and on the lounge before I could steer her out into the pouring rain. Left her there while, butt naked, I scrubbed the sick. No grass, just foody-sick. Back to bed. Left the bedroom door open this time.
Half an our later woken by dog in the hall, heaving again. Rushed through - too late. Massive slick in the hall by the door. Whizzed her through. More sick by the back door before I could get her out into the pouring rain again. Scrubbed up the sick. Back to bed. Decided it best to have the now soggy, wet Meg(an) on the bed, at least I'd get an earlier warning if she were to be sick again. She was. A further 2 times. I did manage to get her out in time. What a sight. Me squatting at the back door - still butt-naked, watching or listening for my poor Sparkle girl doing HUGE sicks. Coco sneaking up behind me...well you can guess where he shoved his cold nose. I hope hope hope no-one was up and about at 3am. She was so down in herself and finally snuggled up and went to sleep leaving me an inch of bed.
This morning, she's so angry that she's had no breakfast! She's just been out in the garden (still raining), poking about in the grass-sick pile! I'm going out in a bit to get some white fish for her dinner this evening.
Now to let all the sick patches dry, and re-scrub the (beige) carpet.
OH "doesn't do sick" - well huh! Someone has to. No, it's not pleasant. I made sure I flicked the bedroom light on all the time I was up.
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. The rest sounds really grim - poor you and poor Meg. Let’s hope that’s the end of the sick 
